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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
Keisha waited until almost eleven the next morning to begin getting ready to go to Mr. Nelson's house. She wanted to be as freshly prepared for him as possible. She carefully shaved her pussy as close as she could so it would be nice and smooth the way he liked it to be. The colored girl showered with passion fruit scented body wash. Afterwards she dried off and brushed her hair. Finally she slipped a fresh red flower print cotton sun dress over her nude body and went downstairs for lunch.
Jaleesa was standing at the counter making sandwiches. The colored woman was much darker than her daughters. She had more pronounced negro features and her closely cropped hair was much nappier than theirs. But the girls' body types were just like their mothers. Full breasts, wide hips, and a fine big ass were a family trait handed down by the females one generation after another. The negress barely looked up as her oldest daughter entered the kitchen.
Latoya seemed oblivious to her sister's choice of dress, and Jaleesa just glanced at her, saying nothing, as she served the girls their lunch. Keisha quickly finished eating and dashed out the back door, across the yard, and through the hedge.
The colored girl knocked on Mr. Nelson's back porch door and soon she saw him come to the screen dressed in his robe. Immediately, she lifted the sun dress up and over her head, dropping it on the grass and assuming the display position for him. She stood there in the grass with her feet far apart and her hands clasped behind her head, proudly showing her woman's body off to her master.
"Well, well!" exclaimed the white man. "What a fine picture of a nigger you are, Keisha! Come in!"
Mr. Nelson pushed the door open and she happily came up the steps onto the screen porch. He didn't make a move back into the house this time and the black teenager stood naked and puzzled, wondering what the problem was.
"Come here, girl," he told her, gesturing towards a low table with a thick glass top up against the house, back from the porch's screen windows.
Keisha stepped towards the table and stood in front of it. She felt his hand on her back, gently bending her over until her chest was resting on the glass surface of the table. She felt him nudge the inside of one leg with his foot and she knew he wanted her to open her legs up.
The negro teen stood there, bent at the waist with her feet spread apart on the white man's back porch. The musty smell of the porch mixed the scent of her passion fruit body wash and the growing aroma of her arousal. He stood behind her and she felt his erection at the entrance of her pussy. Without a word, he slid the entire length of it into her.
"Oh!" she gasped at the sudden unexpectedness of it.
Mr. Nelson steadily and rhythmically thrust his cock in and out of the young negress's sex while maintaining a steady pressure on her back, holding her down. Not that she would have moved anyways, but the feeling of being forced had her creaming immediately.
"Is you usin' me, Massa?" she wanted to know. "Is dat what you doin'?"
"Shhh, Keisha," he said soothingly. "Be still and take it like a good nigger."
The colored girl thought about saying 'yes, sir,' but thought better of it since he had told her to be quiet. The white man continued pumping his dick into her soaking cunt, making wet noises. That, along with their breathing mixed with the sounds of the wind and a distant lawn mower set the mood. A quiet afternoon day being spent by the black teenager and her white master.
"Ah..." he signed as he released inside her.
Keisha hadn't even begun to feel a climax coming and was just enjoying the sensation of being fucked. She felt Mr. Nelson ejaculate strongly into her vagina. He lingered for a moment and withdrew. She was momentarily in a haze but quickly came out of it.
"Kin I lick yo' cock clean, Massa?" she asked sweetly.
"Of course you may, girl," he answered warmly.
The colored girl stood up, turned around, and kneeled before him. She took his softening cock, wet with semen and her juices, into her warm soft mouth. She sucked him clean, finishing with a kiss to the tip of his dick. She looked up to see him smiling down at her.
"Good girl, Keisha," he told her.
"Thank you, Massa," said Keisha, still holding eye contact with her master. "Thank you fo' usin' yo' nigga."
"You're quite welcome, girl," replied Mr. Nelson, fastening the sash on his robe. "I have to go out of town for a few days, Keisha, So I've got to finish getting ready now. Keep an eye out for me and come over when you see me."
"Yes, sir," said the black teen.
"That's a good girl," he praised her. "Run along home now. I'll see you when I return. Bye."
"Good bye, sir," Keisha said sadly.
Mr. Nelson went into the house, closing the door behind him, leaving the naked colored girl kneeling on the back porch. She stood and went out the screen door into the yard where her dress was. She could feel the white man's semen leaking out of her pussy and running down her leg. She pulled the dress on over her head and slowly walked back through the hedges, taking one last look at his house before continuing into her own yard.
"That was quick," observed Jaleesa from the kitchen when she saw her daughter start up the stairs.
"I went to see Mr. Nelson," said Keisha. "But now he's goin' somewhere."
"That's right," the older woman confirmed. "He got business somewhere or other. He be back in a few days. Why the long face?"
"Mama!" exclaimed Keisha. "I ain't got no long face. I's jus' sayin', tha's all."
Keisha went up to her room and closed the door. She looked at herself in the full length mirror and could see tousled hair, bare breasts under her dress, and finally she was chagrined to see how obvious the trails of liquid on the insides of her legs were. She felt fortunate that her mother hadn't noticed the state she'd returned in.
Something felt like it was missing already. The colored girl hand only started visiting the white man a few days earlier, but already that had become the high point of her day. She felt so complete and natural serving him as she did. The feeling she got when displaying before him or making her body available for his use was indescribable, but she knew she wanted more of it.
* * *
The days had gone by slowly for Keisha since Mr. Nelson had gone out of town. She hoped he'd still want her to be his when he returned.
Every day the colored girl would go to her bedroom window and look across the hedge into his back yard. Occasionally she'd see the tall, slender black woman tending the garden. Usually there was nothing going on. No sign of her new master.
She felt like she was living a secret life in her own house. Her mother and sister seemed completely oblivious to the profound change she felt in herself. To them, everything was the same. To her, everything was different. She was a woman and no longer a girl. She had a master she belonged to. She was a desired and valued slave not just some kid.
Every night the black teenager went to sleep thinking of the older white man. Seeing the pleased look on his face when she displayed her body for him, feeling the touch of his hand to her sensitive parts, the sounds of exertion and lust he made when using her teenage body. She humped her pillow thinking of him. And she dreamed of wandering around his back yard naked while he watched approvingly.
* * *
Today Keisha had been left home alone with Latoya since Jaleesa had to work at Mr. Nelson's office in his absence. Her sister was occupied with a book in her room. The black teenager took another look out the window and felt her heart pound when she saw the white man strolling around his back yard. She pulled her red sun dress on over her naked brown body and hurried down the stairs and out the back door.
Mr. Nelson was still inspecting the state of the flower bed when Keisha came through the hedges. He turned and smiled when he saw her approach.
"Well, Keisha!" he greeted her. "I'm pleased to see you. You're looking pretty today."
"Thank you, sir," she blushed.
The colored girl could already feel her pussy getting wet as the white man looked her up and down there in the middle of his back yard.
"Take that dress off so I can get a better look at you, girl," he instructed her.
Keisha felt a hot wave of embarrassment but she quickly removed the garment. Smiling and blushing, the black teenager clasped her hands behind her head and cast her eyes respectfully downward. She stood there in the display position with her legs apart where anyone could see her.
"You are a fine picture of a nigger girl," he praised her. "Very fine indeed. Now get down on your hands and knees and follow me into the house."
The young negress wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. Did he really want her to crawl naked across the grass? It was embarrassing enough to be naked outdoors, but to crawl on the ground would be humiliating in the extreme.
"I's sorry, sir," she said, "I din't hear right."
"You heard right, nigger," he said responded sternly. "Get down on your hands and knees. Immediately."
"Yes, sir!" Keisha replied, dropping down on all fours and looking back up at him expectantly.
"Now, you will follow me into the house like a good nigger puppy," Mr. Nelson continued. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," said the colored girl, her arms and legs trembling.
"Puppies don't speak," he corrected her. "They bark. Bark for me, Keisha."
The negro girl was shocked at this order. She couldn't believe he wanted her to act like a puppy dog. Crawling around naked on all fours was bad enough, but barking? She felt totally degraded and was humiliated by the thought that anyone could be watching her debasement. At the same time, however, she wanted to please her master. And she could feel her pussy creaming.
"Arf! Arf!" she barked, still looking up at him.
"Good dog," he praised her.
Mr. Nelson turned and started towards the porch door. He looked back at her after a few steps.
"Let's go in the house now, girl!" he said slapping his thigh. "C'mon!"
Keisha began crawling, her breasts swaying with each step. She could feel the dampness between her legs as she went along. He opened the door for her and she crawled in ahead of him. She waited at the door to the house. He opened a drawer in a chest that was on the porch near the table where he'd used her the other day. He took out what appeared to be a reddish brown leather dog collar with chrome studs all around it. She knew immediately where it was going.
"Hold still, girl," he instructed her as he buckled the collar around her neck. "There you go! Don't you look precious! What do you say, doggy?"
Her humiliation complete, the black teen felt like a dog now. Naked on all fours, she now wore a collar befitting of her canine status. She was thoroughly shamed yet thoroughly aroused. She also knew what to say to him.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" she barked for her master.
"Excellent!" he exclaimed, clearly pleased.
The white man patted the colored girl on the head. He went back into the drawer and pulled out a chain leash with a leather handle. He clipped it onto her collar and opened the door to the house.
"In you go, girl," he instructed her.
Keisha crawled into the kitchen, feeling the smooth linoleum beneath her hands and knees. He quickly walked past her heading for the living room. She followed on all fours as he led her to a spot in front of his chair. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, and sat down.
"Come here, girl," he encouraged her, patting his lap and tugging on the leash. "I've got a treat for you!"
Keisha crawled forward and knew what her treat was: Mr. Nelson's erect white cock. She put her head between his thighs and slurped his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. After a moment she began bobbing her head up and down on it, the chain leash gently jangling.
The black girl continued her ministrations for a few minutes until she was startled by a voice coming from the kitchen.
"Mr. Nelson, sir?" called the familiar woman's voice. "Is you in there?"
"Yes, Leesa," he answered. "Come on in."
Keisha was shocked and scared. It was her own mother at the door! Panicking, she started to her feet, letting the white man's cock slip out of her mouth. The chain leash stopped her short.
"Down, girl!" he corrected her, tugging her back into position. "You get back to what you're supposed to be doing!"
The teenager was mortified as she heard her mother's soft footsteps as she entered the room. She didn't want to look up and face her so it was just as well that the leash and collar held her head in the white man's crotch.
"'cuse me, Mr. Nelson, sir," Jaleesa continued. "I needs you to sign these leases. They can't wait 'til tomorrow so I brings 'em right over."
Keisha couldn't believe what was happening. Surely Jaleesa saw her and recognized her on her hands and knees sucking her mother's white boss's cock like a dog. Her face burned with shame, but she was trapped there in that compromising position.
"Good girl, Leesa," the white man told the older negress. "Hand 'em over and I'll sign 'em. I got a pen right here."
The black teenager felt him shift around, her face still in his crotch, his dick in her mouth. She heard the rustle of the papers and felt him lean forward. She startled when she felt him set the documents on her back. She quickly realized he was using her body as writing desk. He slowly signed his name, handing the leases one by one to the girl's mother.
"Thank you, sir," said Jaleesa. "You want I should go back to the office now?"
"Yes, girl," Mr. Nelson agreed. "You may go now. I'll see you later."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Nelson, sir," Jaleesa went on. "I be there fo' you."
"That's a good girl," he replied. "Run along now."
"Yes, sir, thank you, sir," the colored lady responded.
Keisha listened as her mother's footsteps retreated and finally she heard the back door shut. She was in total disbelief of what had just happened. Her mother had not even acknowledged her presence there though she couldn't have not recognized her own daughter, naked, collared and leashed, on all fours, with her boss's dick the girl's mouth.
"Mmmff," said the black teenager at last.
"Hush now, girl," the white man said gently. "Finish up like a good nigger."
Keisha could feel herself trembling as she returned to sucking Mr. Nelson's cock. Did that just happen? she asked herself, his dick filling her mouth. Did her mother just walk in and see her this way and say nothing? She slurped on him and began bobbing her head, gradually forgetting what had just transpired, focusing instead on the task at hand: pleasuring her master.
The colored girl felt his hands on the back of her head and he began thrusting involuntarily into her mouth. She began to gag a little at it but she was held immobile by him. At last she felt the hot spurt of semen in the back of her throat.
"Ahhh..." he sighed as he ejaculated in the teenager's mouth. "Oh... Yes..."
Keisha sucked and swallowed Mr. Nelson's sperm, milking it out of his cock with her mouth. Finally, he released her head and she let his dick slip out of her mouth. She began licking it, ultimately giving the tip a kiss. The negro girl moved back, and still on all fours looked up into her master's face.
"Good doggy," he said softly. "You're a good nigger doggy, Keisha. Your cocksucking skills are improving."
The young negress blushed at the compliment and became aware of the heat in her face and pussy. She squeezed her thighs together to give herself a small jolt of pleasure. Mr. Nelson stood to pull up his pants and fasten them.
"Ok, doggy," the white man continued, sitting back in his easy chair. "Turn around and present your holes like a good nigger dog."
A fresh wave of hot shame washed over the negro girl as she turned around and pointed her ass at him. She didn't understand why he was treating her like a house pet, talking to her like a dog. She didn't understand it, but her pussy was creaming fiercely. She could feel it dripping off her cunt.
"That's a good dog," Mr. Nelson told her. "Face on the floor now. Keep that ass in the air. Spread those legs out."
Keisha felt as if she was in a trance as she obeyed him. She placed her face on the floor, her nose in the carpet. She thrust her ass up and opened her legs. The cool air inside the house wafted over her sopping exposed pussy. She could only imagine the obscene display she was giving him, splayed open as she was.
"Good girl," he said with satisfaction. "You are a good dog aren't you?"
She remained motionless on the floor in front of where he sat.
"I asked if you were a good dog, Keisha," he said somewhat sternly.
The black girl was lost in a fog but realized he was speaking to her. She was beyond shame at that point. She had become nothing other than a dog pleasing her master. Quickly she realized what he was saying and what he wanted her to say.
"Arf!" she barked into carpet. "Arf! Arf!"
"That's better!" he said, satisfied again.
Keisha was startled when she felt his bare toe probing her sex, but only for a moment. She moaned quietly as he began stroking her pussy with his foot. She started rocking back against it.
"My but you're wet, girl!" he exclaimed with mock surprise. "You are a horny nigger doggy, aren't you?"
"Arf! Arf!" she replied.
"Awww, aren't you precious?" he said warmly. "Now, roll over like a good doggy."
Keisha immediately rolled over onto her back, her legs splayed open for him, her glistening pussy open and on display. Mr. Nelson set his foot on her crotch and began rubbing her. It felt good to the negro girl and she humped back, squirming on the floor. Noticing her reaction, he increased the pressure, which elicited another, louder, moan of pleasure from the black teen.
"You like that, doggy?" he asked her. "You like having my foot on your pussy?"
"Arf!" she barked happily. "Arf!"
The colored girl had completely let go of herself and had become a receptor for the pleasure of her master's touch. The utter degradation and dehumanization of the scene was lost to her. She no longer felt shame only the sensations emanating from her crotch. And those sensations were getting stronger and stronger by the second. The white man could tell his doggy was close.
"Do you want to cum, doggy?" he asked her with mock puzzlement. "Does my nigger doggy want to cum for me?"
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" she barked desperately, hoping that it meant yes. "Arf!"
"Ok, girl," he said. "Cum for me like a good nigger."
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" cried Keisha as her orgasm burst through her body. "Ahhh!"
"That's it," he cooed, "don't hold back now. Cum for me. That's a good girl."
Mr. Nelson pushed his foot hard against her sopping pussy. Keisha cried out in pleasure again, her juices gushing out of her. Gradually she relaxed and began to calm down, her breathing slowing. She opened her eyes and looked up to see him smiling at her from where he sat in his easy chair.
"My!" he exclaimed. "That was a good one, girl. I'm very pleased by it."
The black teenager realized that her orgasm had been nothing more than a source of amusement for the white man, but it didn't matter. Her master was pleased and she had cum so hard she felt weak. He jerked on the leash, signalling her to get up. She rolled over and got back up on her hands and knees. He pulled her closer and held his wet foot up in front of her face.
"Thank you, Massa!" she panted as she began licking his foot. "Thank you so much, sir."
"It was my pleasure, girl," he said graciously. "You're a good girl and you deserved it."
Keisha finished licking her juices off her master's foot and looked up at him again. He stood up and jerked the leash again.
"Time to go out, doggy," he announced. "Let's go."
Mr. Nelson led Keisha by the leash. The young negress crawled along behind her master on hands and knees as he headed for the back door. Through the door, across the porch, and out into the yard they went. She had come back to reality by this time and was all too aware of the fact that any neighbor who looked out their window would see the naked colored teenager on all fours with a leash attached to a dog collar around her neck. She looked forward to getting her sun dress back on to cover her body.
But, it wasn't to be. The white man led the black teen to where her sun dress lay in the middle of the yard.
"Pick it up, girl," he commanded.
Keisha reached out and grabbed it in her hand.
Whap! She felt the sting of his hand on her ass. Whap!
"Owww!" she yelped.
"Bad dog!" he scolded her. "Pick it up in your mouth like a good dog!"
Keisha was afraid that her cry had attracted the attention of the neighbors, but she complied with her master's order. She put her face against the dress and grabbed it in her teeth. She lifted her head back up with the dress hanging out of her mouth.
"That's better!" he said, mollified. "Bring it along. Time to do your doggy business over here."
The colored girl knew exactly what he was talking about and immediately flushed hot with shame over her entire body. He led her to the hedges, the sun dress in her mouth, dragging it along in the grass. When they got to the bushes he leaned down and grabbed up the garment.
"Give," ordered Mr. Nelson.
Keisha released the sun dress from her mouth and watched with horror as he tossed it over the hedge into her back yard.
"Now lift that leg and water the bushes," he instructed her, jerking on the leash for emphasis. "Hurry it up. I haven't got all day."
The black teen was humiliated at this command. She knew he expected her to pee in the bushes like a dog. Her bladder was full, but she'd expected to pee back in her own house. Not here in the white man's back yard. But she was his doggy and he was her master. She knew she had to obey.
The colored girl lifted her leg and tried to relax enough to release it. Her leg felt heavy by the time the urine began to flow. A little at first and then finally a full forced stream of it. Her face was hot as she listened to the spatter of her piss on the leaves of the bush.
"Good girl," he praised her and leaned over, releasing the leash. "Run along home now. Come back tomorrow afternoon."
The white man turned and walked back towards his house. The young negress watched as he disappeared through the porch door, leaving her alone and naked next to the hedges. She now was faced with going through the bushes nude since her sun dress was on the other side.
Keisha was once again mortified at the prospect, but had no choice but to walk through the gap in the hedge into her own yard. The sun dress had caught up on the inside of the bushes so she stood and pulled it down. Slipping it on, she made her way into the house where she ran into her sister.
"I saw you out there!" exclaimed Latoya. "What was you doin' wit' no clothes on?"
"None of yo' bid'ness, Toya!" retorted Keisha, blushing profusely.
"Wha's that you got on yo' neck?" her sister wanted to know. "Ain't that a collar fo' a dog?"
Keisha felt the shock of being busted. She had completely forgotten about the collar what with her naked scramble through the hedge.
"Ain't none o' yo' damn bid'ness!" the older girl shot back and hurried up the stairs.
"Well, I's tellin' mama 'bout what you doin', Keisha!" threatened Latoya. "You prancin' 'round naked outside! You wearin' some dog collar!"
Keisha shut the door to her room and sat on the bed, out of breath and her heart pounding. Mama, she thought. It's not so much what her mother would think, but what she already knew.
Next: Chapter 5 - Mama
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